Chapter 2

Some weeks later

Angelo’s POV

“Boss we have to evacuate the building” Enzo called out to me, helping me walk out of the warehouse that had just been blasted by a mini bomb and most of my men killed after being shot at.

In my kind of business, getting attacked and almost killed is a thing of normalcy unless you have no foes, which is nearly impossible.

Coming here, I hoped to close a long time business deal with one of my foreign distributors but it seems like we were given the wrong information concerning the location or the foreign distributor just want to have us killed.

“I can walk down there” I winced, a tiny bullet had grazed the side of my torso but then again it is nothing compared to what I have faced before. “Just let me walk alone” I said again to Enzo but he is hell bent on supporting me to the car.

“We have to leave before the securities arrives” Enzo replied still dragging my body weight alongside his.

“They work for us, Enzo.. don’t you forget that” I replied

We finally got to the car after what felt like hours, Enzo helped me in, while he took the driver’s seat speeding away. I had lost a handful of my men due to the blast and I and Enzo had just miraculously made it out alive. Whoever launched the attack was after my life and I could not count this as another wrong operation.

“Where is Roberto?” I asked, wincing in pain while I clutch my dudes trying to suppress the pains I was feeling.

Enzo stared at me through the rear view with worries written all over his face, he had successfully overtaken more than five cars on the road, driving on the highest spear there is but even at that it still feels like he wasn’t fast enough because with each time passing, the pain grows worse.

“I saw him leaving the moment the shooting started “ Enzo replied overtaking another vehicle again.

“He left?” I asked “he left in the middle of an attack” I said again in total disbelief.

Roberto is my half brother and the only reason why I had let him into the family business is because before Pa Rossi died, he had made me promise to take him along even though he was an illegitimate child of my father and hearing that he left after pleading to be part of the inner operations left me amazed.

“I have always known he didn’t have the heart for it but he kept on pleading to be amongst us” i sucked my teeth with a little bit of irritation tasting the metallic taste of blood on my tongue.

“He took the shipment with him” Enzo revealed.

He might not have the heart for the business but at least he has the sense to secure the goods. I nodded my head in approval while I continue to suppress the pain that I got from the bullet wound.

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Few days later

I stared at Mrs Scardoni’s widow from across the table, the woman did not look like she was mourning but that is none of my business because, all I wanted was for her to give me a detailed analysis of how she is going to pay the funds I had loaned to her husband before his death.

I am not heartless, I give to the helpless when need be but this lady does not look like a helpless widow in need of help “so what are you saying about the money?” I questioned her raising an eye brow.

“My husband is dead….”

“I know that already, the whole city is aware of the death of your husband so I do not see the need of repeating that information here over again” I cut her off not willing to hear any excuse from her.

“We do not have the money” she said finally, looking away.

“You do not have the money..” I repeated slowly “you do not have the money or you do not wish to look for a means to pay up what you owe” I growled making her panic.

Her body movements had gone from being calm and collated to becoming shaky. She was now almost on her knees “I do not like ladies kneeling down in front of me” I said smoothly sipping a glass of whiskey that was in front of me.

“Let’s talk” I cleared my throat, intertwining my fingers on the table while she adjusts her outfit “how do you plan on refunding the loan your husband took from me ? I am very sure you did not come all the way here to just tell me tales” I said watching her movements.

“My daughter could work for you to pay off the debt we owe” she pleaded.

“… and then what happens to the other people you owe?” I ask but she remained silent “does she also have to work for them too, sharing her body into bits just to pay off the loan”

“I have a better preposition for you” I took another sip of whiskey “the proposition is, I get married to your daughter while I clear the debt of everyone your family owes but she has to agree to it because I will not force her hand in marriage”

Mrs Scardoni smiled widely after hearing the preposition, I know it is not what she expected but at least it is better than the deal she brought to me “my daughter will not have a reason to say no to you” she replied.

“Okay then, when you are done communicating the details with your daughter contact me” I said taking a final gulp from the glass of whiskey and then I handed her a private card leading to one of my many buildings in town which also had the address on it.

Just as she is about to leave my office, Roberto walks in staring at her blankly. He struts into the office and then takes a seat on one of the chairs. “I didn’t know you now go for older women” he said sounding stupid but I waved him aside not willing to bother myself with whatever high he was on.